The One Where My Cell Phone Sends My Son Running Out of the House in Fear
I am an old fashioned girl. If you want to get a hold of me, your best bet is calling my land line. Yes, we have an actual land line (b/c my cell phone is typically buried at the bottom of my purse and the battery is quite often dead).
My cell plan is simply that - a cell phone. While I can send and receive texts it costs a pretty penny. I don’t even want to think about what it would cost me to get online with it. No twitter or face book updates coming from my phone.
In fact, I receive texts so infrequently that today when I received one, my son immediately ran onto the back deck. He had no idea what it was and thought it was a fire alarm (what a good boy). If that doesn’t say something about the infrequency of my texting, I am not sure what does.
I have one friend who texts me. Nothing makes me feel more like a middle age woman then when I try to have a conversation with her via text messaging. I might be turning 30 next month, but if you were observing me during our exchanges, you would swear I was pushing 60.
She’ll send me a little paragraph of info and then I will start hen pecking her back. I promise it takes me at least 10 minutes to type out… “I’ll be at the mall at 4.” I will search for a good 3 minutes to find that stinkin’ apostrophe only to give up and write out “I will” instead.
I will no sooner hit send on my carefully scripted message when 30 seconds later I get a good 4 sentence reply complete with smiley faces. Smiley faces? Really? Where’s she get off with the fancy schmancy punctuation?
I then ignore my hubby and kids as I scramble to peck out my response. Feeling like a grandma I am completely unable to talk and push the buttons on my phone at the same time. And it’s not like she is oh so much younger than me. I’ve got a mere 2 years on her. That’s it. But you would swear it was at least 20.
How about you? Are you txt’n like a teenie bopper, dialing like a Grandma, or somewhere in the middle?